“Mom’s still teaching. I know she’s awfully lonely and misses Dad a lot. It’s good I have an academic scholarship, or else I couldn’t afford to be here. I have to work all summer to help pay for my expenses.”
Sloane wondered about the fraternity expenses, but he didn’t feel comfortable asking.
At the appropriate time, they put the heat on under the beans, after adding water, and the potatoes. Sloane had stuffing baking separately in a covered dish in the oven. The turkey breast was out of the oven and resting.
Billy, who was sitting on a stool at the bar watching him, asked, “How did you become such a cook?”
“I have my mother’s and my grandmother’s recipes, and I’ve always liked to cook. I, uh, used to have someone to cook for. But it’s been a while since I’ve fixed a meal like this.”
